Takes the Cake (10 page)
“And yet it feels like we’ve been together forever.” She grasped his hand and held it to her cheek.
“Yes, it does.” He stood, extending his hand to her. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom.”
She grasped his fingers, and he pulled her to her feet. Water sluiced off her body. He stepped from the tub, grabbed a fluffy towel, and wrapped it around her before he secured one at his waist. With a flick of his wrist, he raised the stopper to allow the water to drain. He retrieved their glasses and wine before preceding her into the bedroom.
“You have very good taste in wine.” She accepted the glass he offered her.
He grinned. “As much as I’d like to take credit, this is what was left over from the wedding.”
“Ah, that’s where my missing bottles went.”
“Guilty of that.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the fruity liquid. Between the bath, their lovemaking, and the late hour, the effects of the wine left her much mellower. He sat next to her, and his leg brushed hers, igniting a hailstorm of desire. “I don’t want this to end.”
“It doesn’t have to end.
We
don’t have to end.”
“You say that now.”
Keegan plucked her glass from her fingers and set it next to his on the floor. “You know, I learned something about you.”
She tilted her head back to maintain eye contact. “What?”
“You love what you do.”
“That’s a given,” she said, not quite sure what point he was trying to make.
He tugged at her towel. The soft material scraped her nipples, instantly tightening them. “And you made my sister’s day a day she’ll always remember.”
“I gave my best.”
“You made a very elaborate cake.”
She shrugged as he lifted her to straddle his thighs. The head of his cock teased her damp entrance. “Different couple, different cake.”
He chuckled. “I still say you predict the outcome of marriages with your cakes.”
“And I say you’re very superstitious.” She grasped his shaft and guided him inside.
“Maybe, but what if it were a cake for us?”
Her gaze met his. “I wouldn’t make my own cake.”
He grasped her hips. “But if you did?”
She smiled and combed her fingers through his hair. “It would be something beautiful, complex, and nontraditional, because that’s what we are.” Once she lowered all the way onto him, she rocked back and forth, enjoying the desire simmering in his irises.
He cradled the back of her head and drew her down for a kiss. The moment his lips touched hers, any remaining doubts she had fled. Just as they had time with their lovemaking, they’d have time to appreciate their differences.
Loose Id Titles by Lynn Chantale
Sex, Lies, & Joysticks
Takes the Cake
Lynn Chantale
Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan. Writing has been a passion for as long as she can remember. Given an ultimatum of either getting published or giving up writing, Lynn chose to get published and has never looked back.
She has a mad affinity for world domination, milk chocolate—preferably Dove chocolate truffles or the caramel-filled squares, although Godiva is acceptable—and plays the bass guitar when the Muse begs for a bit of distraction.